Cooking with Beavis and Butt-head� (tm) (Fanfic)
<Beavis> Hey Butt-head, where are we?
<Butt-head> Uh... I don't know.
<Beavis> What are all these words?
<Butt-head> I think it's a chat group. We're on the Internet.
<Beavis> Mehehe, you said "nad".
<Butt-head> Uh... oh yeah! Check it out, they're talking about cooking.
<Beavis> Uhhhh...
<Butt-head> This guy says he has a mouth-watering recipe for sausages. I think he wants you.
<Beavis> Aarrgghh!! Get away from me, choad-smoker!
<Butt-head> Uh huh huh. Wait a minute. There are lots of chicks in this chat group. Maybe we can score!
<Beavis> Yeah, yeah! It's finally going to happen!
<Butt-head> Boi-oi-oi-oi-oingg!!!
<Beavis> Look, this chick wants help stuffing her quail. Mehehe
<Butt-head (in a deep voice)> Maybe I can help you, ma'am. Uh huh huh. Hey baby.
<Beavis> Hey baby, yeaahhh, oooo.
<Butt-head> It's probably your Mom.
<Beavis> Go easy on my Mom, Butt-head.
<Butt-head> Isn't she already easy enough? Uh huh huh
<Beavis> Shut up, Butt-head. Look, here's some dude who lives at the beach talking about spaghetti sauce. Whoa, Butt-head, check it out!
<Butt-head> Ugh Beavis, that's disgusting!
<Beavis> Yeah I know... mehehe. Poop!
<Butt-head> Cool!
<Beavis> Now he's talking about eating raw fish... He must be Russian, like that Iron Chef dude.
<Butt-head> That sounds pretty cool! Uh huh huh, he says it tastes fishy... uh huh huh, uh huh huh
<Beavis> Mehehe... fish meheheh. Oh check it out, he's having a birthday! Awwww... isn't that nice. You know what would be cool would be to give this dude a birthday cake with a fish in it.
<Butt-head> Beavis, you're a damn wierdo!
<Beavis> Hey Butt-head, I'm getting hungry. I'm going to go make some pancakes.
(Beavis goes to kitchen).
<Butt-head (yelling after him)> Don't set off the smoke alarm this time!
CRASH
<Butt-head> Beavis what are you doing out there?
<Beavis> Hey Butt-head, where do we keep the pressure cooker?
<Butt-head> Uh... I don't know.
CRASH
<Beavis> Hey Butt-head, how much mayonnaise do I put in?
<Butt-head> Uh... None!
(Smoke starts drifting from the direction of the kitchen)
THE END (tm)